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28 May 2016
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minimalistic thoughts of yesteryear


one by one they left this place
a metaphorical mess
and I was left all alone
to my many devices
certain I could figure out a way
to clean things up

the morning light arrives
hours after I first stirred
shuffling my feet
to the rhythm of a fancy beat
repeating a little ditty
I recall singing in my dream

windows are everywhere
and in the dark I find each one
lifting the storms
and bringing in fresh air
whether it be cool or warm
or whispering silence

sitting at the kitchen counter
I am taken to places
I’ve not yet seen
a ripened orange in my hand
magically unpeeling itself
before my very own eyes


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
27 May 2016
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dreaming between the lull and the storm


there is deception in those eyes
seemingly innocent
but exposed
to a lifetime of atrocities

captured by the camera’s lens
they are frozen in time
and streamed live
to a world hopelessly paralyzed

relocated time and again
she hides her eyes and dreams
of the day
living with angels in paradise


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Dogma, Poetry, War Poems and tagged , , ,
25 May 2016
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while walking home from school


it’s just a can
a metal cylindrical can
and it’s anyone’s guess what used
to be inside it
a perfect size for baked beans or peaches
but certainly not spaghettios

before I got a hold of it
it could have been the other end
of a telephone line
part of a series of speakers and receivers
strung from tree to tree in the
nearby cemetery

somehow down the road
it ended up right here
next to this beat up ashcan
along the alleyway

I made it my prize possession
my very own silvery little toy
one that I proceeded
to kick the crap out of
the rest of the way back home


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , ,
24 May 2016
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misdiagnosis


the good doctor told me the pain
manifested from my mind
from repressed emotions
determined to breach the surface

of course I knew that was unlikely
since I had already committed
to hundreds of the tiniest of needles
designed to free my malevolent spirits


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Micropoetry, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
22 May 2016
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waltzing in the twilight


she wished upon a star
so many years ago
sitting on the front porch step
I don’t even remember
if she knew I was there

she spotted them falling
one after the other
and was certain she caught
the first very one
and I wondered
what she had wished for

across the way
a street lamp flickered on
and I waltzed home in the twilight


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
21 May 2016
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thunder and lightning


don’t be afraid
there is nothing wrong
now that the light is gone
now that the pain
once permanent like the
morning sun
has transitioned into
a vague sensation

I didn’t mean to scare you
but you had fallen
into an endless dream
inching in the void
searching for candles
whispering to yourself
what wickedness
takes away such power

alas it was not meant to be
the irises in your eyes
plucked away
by the angels of the sky
taking you further
and further away
promising their beauty
will last forever


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , , ,
21 May 2016
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the march for peace is a slow one


it seems like the month of may again
let’s have a parade

lay down your arms
and raise the white flag
for the prince is born this day

embrace these times of peace
and promise to never let go


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Micropoetry, Poetry and tagged , , ,
19 May 2016
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the ones that got away


there is privacy in certain thoughts
the ones that seldom escape
meant to be shared only with those
who have long ago moved on

street lamps shine on cobbled stones
the ones discovered beneath streets
crumbled by time and coming to life
sprouting the prettiest of flowers

evening fades to children chasing
fireflies moving in distinct directions
fleeting moments shortly relived
perhaps released to the heavens

sometimes I nudge them begrudgingly
those innermost secretive thoughts
letting them know I am still alive
and protecting them the best I can


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
18 May 2016
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alien relocation


the engines shut down and the glider
sailed silently below the clouds
discovering neither sun nor moon

careening stealthily over rocky land
she forged into the forgotten bay
low beams highlighting misty air

blending in like alien decoys
her belly rocked on comforting tides
expecting the mothership none too soon


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Aliens, Poetry and tagged , ,
16 May 2016
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testing testing one two sleep


in the dream I am running further
and further away from my home
fully aware that whatever
is on my tail is no longer

I awaken on sunday morning
in my downtown office
dressed in shorts and a tie
swearing to myself
the air smells like a lie

a close friend I had yet to meet
stares into a personal device
telling me to walk this way
and I follow like a man in a trance
at six sixty-six in the morning

the streets are crowded with faces
staring inside their own hands
mindlessly ringing up stores sales
while the lights on every bank
on every street corner go dark

this is all impossible I say to myself
and as I start my long trek home
I’m confronted by an old pair
of nicely dressed nutcrackers
informing me there is no way out


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Dreams, Poetry and tagged , ,
14 May 2016
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space tripping to the land of many moons


there are many moons circling
my next destination
or so I’ve been told
by the voice inside my head

it’s like a carnival game down there
grenade launcher in hand
pockmarking the moons
one by one
expecting a prize at the end

there is no dark matter
in this place
yet there are plenty of stars
pulsating beyond the many moons
and when the tide is right
I promise to relay you
postcards from there


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , , ,
13 May 2016
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the beauty of being yourself


sometimes it seems everybody
wants to be somebody
they are not
continuously searching for something
that may or may not turn them
into someone more beautiful
than they already are


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Micropoetry, Poetry and tagged , ,
13 May 2016
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Enough of silly love songs

by Morgan M Byers & J Matthew Waters

It’s the way you must be feeling
guarded and shielded
my love unable to reach you

How I hate to be broken
the one who has loved you
since the beginning of time

I am willing to be patient
standing outside your heart
waiting for you to accept me

Standing along your shore
I watch how the rest of the world
reaches out to touch you

Pretending not to hurt
I patiently wait for permission
to give you the love you deserve


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
12 May 2016
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and then we laughed like nothing had ever happened


they swept in from the northwest
just as the dipper came into focus
wings spread wide and soaring
revealing ever brighter lights

they relaxed their claws
releasing scarlet and golden petals
falling like confetti
drifting and fading
manipulated by a friendly wind
whistling and
whispering

I heard from an old friend
there is still magic in the skies
and if you give yourself plenty of time
it will one day make you cry


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , ,
10 May 2016
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a window to your soul


the cold has promised to come
and all I can think of
are the windows

the second story is burning
the attic fan turning
attempting to cool
that which never will

I told everyone who would listen
I don’t belong here
not where glaciers melt
before my very eyes
not where arctic blasts
are merely sticks of dynamite

and in the meantime
all I can think of are the windows
wide open
inviting the inevitable


may two thousand sixteen
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Posted in Poetry and tagged , , ,
09 May 2016
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first day back home


he sat at the table
quietly
the salt and pepper
barely out of reach
but he would not speak
chewing the butterfly pork chop
precisely

she asked him if it needed
any salt
and he simply stuck
another chunk into his mouth
slowly but briefly shaking
his head

he buttered an ear of corn
using a slice of bread
and picked it up
clumsily
worked away at it
fearlessly

she knew it needed salt
but he wouldn’t say a word
and she wouldn’t dare
interrupt
a second time

she wanted to let him know
there was a good movie
airing on the pay-per-view
but thought twice
telling herself she was sure
he wanted to figure things out
all on his own


may two thousand sixteen
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all rights reserved

Posted in Poetry, War Poems and tagged , , ,

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